August 21, 2002

Open Letter to America from a Canadian

This is one of the best bits of vitriol I’ve read in a while:

Go get your ten-billionth burger, America. Fatten your already fat asses with bacteria-and-hormone-ridden meat and do nothing as you sit stupefied before your mind-numbing television sets awaiting the next episode of sad families being humiliated on “Cops.”

Of course, this was written by a Canadian, and as we all know, Canada is just a suburb of the USA.

via Plastic

Firenight

Another Tuesday, another firenight.

I had been feeling that my usual wicks were a bit too light, so I made a set of monster wicks, and used them last night. I haven’t had that much of a thrill firedancing since the very first time I lit up–the intense sensations of noise and heat, the excitement and surprise and fear. These monster wicks are a little too heavy for me to be comfortable with (so far), and I have a lot of almost-blisters from the force, but that was fun.